Like a Venus flytrap she enticed beauty
Captivated upon its purity it feed the
Mind malnourished of thoughts inside.
Absorbed its essence upon her own Decaying
Moments now nourished, withered moment
Now replenished, but still It dies.
Mrs withering was deaths other hand
Now all purified with her gaze. She was
The hand where beauty came to die.
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC
Like a Venus flytrap she enticed beauty
Captivated upon its purity it feed the
Mind malnourished of thoughts inside.
Absorbed its essence upon her own Decaying
Moments now nourished, withered moment
Now replenished, but still It dies.
Mrs withering was deaths other hand
Now all purified with her gaze. She was
The hand where beauty came to die.
